In a world that continues to evolve, I often long for a moment I can control. This moment is mine each time I get behind the wheel of my car.
The smell of cheap plastic …
More than a decade ago, the ticket to freedom was handed to me by a clerk in the driver’s license bureau in Huntsville. I did not realize it at the time, but this woman was equipping me with a beautiful gift. Instead, I saw it as a right of passage. I did not want to drive.
I was amazed at how little I needed to know in order to get the keys to my first car. I had no concept of how to drive. I just knew enough to get the little plastic card in my wallet.
As the years went by, I got more and more comfortable behind the wheel of several different cars. I had always loved traveling, but by bringing my own car into the equation, I was able to finally control the outcome of each road trip as long as I was the only person taking up space in whatever car I was driving at the time. It was then that I knew I had become a road trip addict.
When the car stops …
Driving allows me to escape into a fantasy world where fairies and rainbows cover the land. My curtains open and the real Hope emerges. This is my time to think … my time to be me. Everything fades away … work, relationships, friends, family and stress.
Then, the car stops and I am forced to float back down from the clouds and plant my feet firmly on the ground. Is this some sort of sick joke? Why am I given this moment of complete liberation only to have it so cruelly stolen right out from under me?
Whether I like it or not, this is life. And, I am just thankful for every minute I am allowed to escape from the constraints placed on us by society.
The impact of electronics …
I really can’t curse society too much. It introduced me to two of my favorite hand-held road companions – the iPod and the cell phone. To be honest, I am not really sure how I survived life without these.
My iPod knows me better than anyone. I am completely enamored by this little electronic wonderland that holds more music than I will ever listen to in a lifetime.
As for the ugly device glued to my ear … there is no better time to call a friend than when I am on the road. With no other obligation but getting to my end destination, I have time to finally return all the ignored phone calls.
It’s raining bugs …
My only complaint about long drives is the souvenir that is left behind on the windshield of my car – the remains of tiny of insects. Black, gold, red, white, blue … all colors and shapes are represented in the artwork that covers my car.